The abuse left a stain on her tender heart, and her mind twisted from the games of an evil man. Worse, she felt dirty and unnecessary, like a garage rag that came in handy but was left lying around like trash.
The abuse left a stain on her tender heart, and her mind twisted from the games of an evil man. Worse, she felt dirty and unnecessary, like a garage rag that came in handy but was left lying around like trash.
Reflections from the Threshold of Reason and Feeling
A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
Code with Smooth Strokes
Retro Gaming, Positive Fatherhood, Proudly South African
Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
My experiences in regards to travel and everything in between.
| Just Me Traversing Through the Wilderness of an Everyday Mess and Finding Beauty From Ashes and a Little Grace Along the Way |
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
Advancing God's Kingdom